Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.